IT'S MONDAY!

GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS TODAY!!

Yes, it's monday, but it also is THE FIRST OF JUNE.

WHICH MAKES ME 16 YEARS AND 1 MONTH OLD, EXACTLY!
WOOT.


Exciting, I know.

discovering blogging

well today i was walking down the street. Being the awesome guy i am. And i came to the conclusion. i am awesome, te best, Legen- wait for it- dary!!

Let Me Be With You.

So it's been a pretty long time since the last time I've been here.

I have nothing to say, really.

It kinda just made my day though, i was taking a quiz online and I got the following result.



Zelda Character Are You?
Hosted By theOtaku.com: Anime

Yeah. I'm a happier person now, I think.



Oh, what joy. A non working link.
OH WELL.
I GOT LINK, SO WHO CARES?!
I'M AWESOME ANYWAY.

YEAH.

The Idea

It suddenly came to my mind.
That maybe, just maybe, things aren't what they seem.
That maybe love isn't a warm and fuzzy feeling, and there certainly are no butterflies involved.

This is not a tale of sadness and depression, but maybe, things aren't as simple as they always seemed to be.

I haven't had much reflection time today, and maybe that is why I've gotten these weird ideas.

I reckon waking up early hurts my brain cells.


Huh...this is a totally pointless post. Probably shouldn't waste your time reading it, but i guess it's too late now to be saying it. Oh well.

Untitled

No es este el relato de hazañas impresionantes, es un trozo de dos vidas que cursaron juntas un determinado trecho.

El plan: 8.000 kilómetros en 4 meses.
La meta: Explorar un continente que solo conocíamos por los libros.
El método: La improvisación.

Mientras más lejos íbamos, mas podíamos sentir al mundo cambiando... o quizás éramos nosotros.

The Motorcycle Diaries.

I should be going over my English speech, making sure everything is where it should be, and making sure I am content with it.

But I can't.

It's the music, mon. It drives me crazy, I can't go a second without replaying it in my head. Then his voice comes, repeating the same sentences over and over again.



I actually think this is the first time I've had a crush on an actor. But, meh, it's not just him, it's his character as well.



Motorcycle Diaries has completely changed my perspective on Che Guevara.

From evil communist freak, murderer and thief to someone with a heart to say the least.



There is probably about a 1,000 other things I could be saying now, about school, projects, friends, fanfiction or even the feared key-theif. But no, not today.



I know I should probably feel ashamed about posting this up, but I don't.

I really like his face expression in this, I shite you not, that is actually what makes me like it.

And if it wasn't, I'd just come out and say it.

This isn't the tale of heroic feats, it's about two lives, running parallel for a while.

The plan: 5,000 miles in 4 months.
The goal: To explore a continent
they had only known in books.
The method: improvisation.

The further they went, the more they could feel the world changing...or maybe it was them.

The Motorcycle Diaries

And it was one too many.

I'd gotten that one chainmail a number of times and because I happened to be bored out of my head at that moment, I decided to finally take it.
Although it did have a warning about how scary the results might be, I ignored it and quickly proceeded to filling in blanks.

It asked me to write the numbers 1 to 11 down the left-hand side of a blank sheet of paper.
Obediently enough, I did as told.

It told me to write numbers, names and song titles next to some of the numbers, ending up with something that looked like this.

1- 6
2- 12
3- NAME
4- NAME
5- NAME
6- NAME
7- NAME
8- Anyone else but you
9- Who Knew?
10- Viva la Vida
11- Mira Como Baila El Esqueleto

I looked at my list and snickered.
So far so good.
Then it told me to match some of the numbers and my list began looking like this.

1- 6 –Lucky number
2- 12 –Number of people whom you must forward this email to
3- NAME –The one who you Love
4- NAME –Your Best Friend
5- NAME –The one that knows you best
6- NAME –Your Lucky Star
7- NAME –The one who you like, but will never work out
8- Anyone else but you –Match with number 3
9- Who Knew? –Match with number 7
10- Viva la Vida –This is how you feel about your life
11- Mira Como Baila El Esqueleto –This is how you feel about your mind

This is where it all got too freaky.
I never liked number 7, not as to have dated him.
Number 4 and 5 were definitely right.
I did think of my life as song title 10, since not too long ago.
And, really, my mind was a little like song title 11 as well.
I wasn’t too sure about number 3, but that was not what worried me.
Number 7 had been oddly quiet last few times I’d had the chance to talk to him, and it really was beginning to worry me.

So I did go on my holidays down to the south of Chile slightly worried about this chainmail, but really didn’t let it ruin it for me.

I got a rather scary message from number 7 2 nights ago, which really did leave me worried sick, and for that same reason, I stayed up all night last night waiting for him to go online.

I gave him my phone number and he called.

And, who knew?

If someone said 3 years from now, you’d be long gone, I’d stand up and punch them out, ‘cause they’re all wrong.
I know better, ‘cause you said forever, and ever.
Who knew?

[Enter Post title here]

Maybe it had been 2 hours since the last time she'd given anything else a thought, yet she had come to no decision; if she decided to give it another shot, she would –no doubt- end up broken-hearted once again, thus it was obvious that option B, "Forget the boy and find someone else" was more convenient for everyone, yet for some reason, she still held onto that tiny little bit of hope that made her stand under the rain hoping he'd come by again.

He wouldn't be back, though, not now, not ever. He'd told her he wouldn't come back, he told her she shouldn't call him, but why would he give her his new number if he didn't want her to call.
Last two times she called, the conversations went as follows

ATTEMPT ONE

"I want you back" she said quickly into the phone, a soft whisper, she knew he'd heard her when she heard a funny scream. She put the phone down and waited for him to call back. Obviously, he didn't. Not with what she'd hoped to hear at least.

ATTEMPT TWO

"I want you back, please come back," she'd whispered into the phone once again.
"I thought you would have learnt the first time," It was him who put the phone down this time.

Why did people always give things three chances?
"Uh," She moaned in confusion, her hands gripping her hair as she shook her head frenetically. And then she remembered. The reason why she didn't want to let him go.
If she did, there was the other guy who she was not in love with, but she knew she would be if she was to forget him. And she knew the boy didn't like her back, so she did NOT want to fall for him.
What was the point of this conversation with herself anyway? She would not change anything, regardless of the final decision, right?
Nothing would change.
Nothing would make it change, not the red underwear during Christmas' Eve, not the yellow underwear during New Year's. Not the love charm she wore around her neck, not the new lip gloss she'd just bought. Plus, the horoscope had already ruined it anyway, damn all those psychics, and to all the other Libras, stay cool, your prince charming will be here soon enough, he just took the wrong turn and got lost.

Or that was what she hoped.

God knows, maybe he would never come.